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If the volume of self-help books (How to Feel Better, How to Look Better, How to Write a Self-Help Book Better) lining the shelves at my local bookstore is any indication of the level of unhappiness in our society, we’re headed for disaster.

If we want to avoid entering a national state of misery we should figure out the cause of our discontentment, and fast.

Is the problem fallout from a national recession? Increased violence in the U.S.? The end of The Oprah Winfrey Show?

As it turns out, we don’t have to look far. The problem is all around us, in our TV’s, radios, magazines, and computers. We may not realize it, but we receive the same depressing message every day: “You suck.”

That’s what advertisers convey, anyway, when they try to sell us their products. They make us feel unhappy with what we have by exploiting our yellow teeth, jiggly thighs and frizzy hair in order to sell us whitening strips, thigh burners, and hair conditioner.

Celebrity role models like Brooke Shields woo us with the possibilities for longer eyelashes with Latisse prescription eyelash lengthener. Results may cause you to have problems swallowing, speaking, breathing, loss of strength, muscle weakness, double vision, blurred vision, drooping eyelids, and loss of bladder control. But buy it and you’ll bat your baby blues with eyelashes longer than a camel’s.

We buy products to make ourselves smarter, happier, wealthier, sexier, stronger, thinner, and trendier. Good enough is no longer good enough. Now we have to be just right. We’re made to feel like failures if we don’t keep up, whether it’s fashion, self-image, technology, or food.

Did you know your eggs have expired? Not the date of freshness, the shape. Oval is out, square is in. Don’t believe me? Check out the Egg Cuber Square Egg Press that transforms a round, hard-boiled egg into a square egg.

And your toast? If your toast is still square then so are you. Strips are what’s hot. The new Toast Strips Stamper will cut your toast into skinny rectangles for an improved toast experience.

Living in a free market economy where businesses rely on consumers, we’re told what we need rather than how to meet our real needs. The problem is, we’ll never feel completely gratified because someone will always have something better, offering the hope of a false and alluring promise.

Excited about your new state-of-the-art espresso maker? Don’t be, your friend Judy just bought the same one only hers came with bling.

Making everything about “us” has become an epidemic in our society. But the truth is, we reach our greatest potential not by fulfilling our own needs, but by helping others. There are myriad charities out there in need of volunteers, and you don’t have to be smart, happy, wealthy or sexy to help. You just have to show up.

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Thanks, Lisa. I agree, our society is obsesses with perfection. In an interview I watched last night with Rihanna, she said she doesn’t like being a role model because there’s too much pressure. People expect perfection.

Amen. And let me be the first to point out my hypocritical ways — I have some of those ads on my website (my fledgling effort at trying to earn a few cents thru wordpress). I can’t control what ads go up, but if I ever do make any real money I am going to donate it to charity!

Love it! I had never heard that quote before so I looked it up (does that make me a perfectionist, or just curious?) If you trust Wikipedia—“Perfect is the enemy of good is an aphorism or proverb which is commonly attributed to Voltaire whose moral poem, La Bégueule, starts[1]
“ Dans ses écrits, un sàge Italien
Dit que le mieux est l’ennemi du bien.

(In his writings, a wise Italian
says that the best is the enemy of the good) ”

Great post, Lisa! Messages that there is something wrong, yet fixable, with us are everywhere. We should be celebrating the the sefl confidence and courage it takes to walk around with short eyelashes, flabby limbs, frizzy hair and yellow teeth.

Great post. Funny and wise. Glad I’m not the only one who thinks it’s really creepy to risk all those side effects just to have longer lashes. I mean, really? I’m pretty sure a tube of mascara can pull off the same thing, and if it can’t, who cares? 🙂

Advertising; don’t get me started. How about those campaign commercials? Down right embarrassing all around. It’s not easy to maintain a gentle spirit these days and I’ve yet to find any “product” to assist in that maintenance.

I have one HUGE flaw…only ONE…streaky legs (attributed to my no-tan white skin condition) from using bottled tanning lotion.
I promise not to purchase another bottle…until next year. Unless…it’s on sale…or I have a coupon…or someone kicks sand in my face…

Lisa, you’re on to something. Years ago, Oprah Winfrey interviewed people who were happy at their jobs – a school custodian, a trash collector, and – I think – a school bus driver.

I didn’t lust after the longer lashes or the size-two dresses. I wanted to do something that made me as happy and fulfilled at work as they felt. The feeling that you’re doing something valued, worthwhile, does make all the difference.

I do believe you’ve hit the proverbial nail on the head Lisa. I just hope you did it with the amazing Accuhammer. With the amazing Accuhammer, all your nails will go in perfectly straight. Operators are standing by…Oh wait, I think I feel an infauxmercial blog post coming on 🙂

There is so much entwined in this subject. About our ego’s identities and the predatory nature of our media. And the magic spray to counteract the evil brain disease? Self-esteem. Which can certainly use a jump start with a selfless act and no mirror in sight. Also helpful, my friend’s mantra, “What other people think of me is none of my business”. My white teeth are for me when I do occasionally wave hi to myself in the mirror. Love your style lady Lisa.

I’m so glad I don’t have TV and don’t read any magazines. My kids are tempted enough to want new toys every time we go to the store. I don’t keep up with the Joneses and I can’t afford it anyway. I hope my kids don’t grow up with this attitude. Otherwise I’ll have to be them with a stick! Things really have gone to the extreme in this country but I think we’re seeing a trend towards austerity now, at least with a small minority.

I love that you point out the joy in helping others. There really is nothing that feels that good (well, sex…I mean, GOOD sex…but you know what I mean. You do know what I mean, right??) Anyway, yeah, doing something for someone else (NOT sex!) is a high in itself. There is no adequate substitute. If helping others goes away, what exactly are we here for?

So, so true. That Brooke Shield’s eyelash commercial scares the hell out of me. No way would I put that stuff on my eyes and potentially go blind due to vanity. Same goes for Botox, lipo, tattoos as eyeliner, etc. I’m sure it’s fine for some, but that’s just me. I’d be that 1 in 500,000th person who experienced all the bad stuff, haha.

On a sidenote, I just awarded you the Kreativ Blogger Award, and now I see that you already have that one. Oh well, you can do it if you like, but I wanted to link your blog anyway. Hope you have a great day.

Great points. Marketers have invented needs that we didn’t used to have, which leads to droves of people rushing to the mall to buy these things that will ultimately end up in yard sales. Do you see anyone still using small appliances that came out twenty years ago and did one thing? No.

I stopped by and started laughing.I have to admit that my friend and I try a lot of remedies but we really know they won’t make us Movie Stars.We do have fun and I guess we don’t listen to all the hype of cures for long lashes and sore feet.Thanks for bringing me back some fun memories.

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